The Circus of Death
The circus comes,
Lovers run,
To frolic the lovely dome
It’s quite too bad that the adventures they’ve had,
Simply can’t add up.
Hah, what a lovely abode.
A secret kept, oh so long
Smiles shared throughout the chuckling crowd
Poor young lovers,
No longer quite so excited.
Those poor children,
So disillusioned,
It isn’t quite as nice as it seemed
Is it?
The sweat down chubby faces
The blood that makes hearts race
The screams that shatter eardrums
The tears unmanageable
Not quite as magical, is it?
Lives quite ruined,
Endings quite near,
They started with a happy time…
How’d they end up here?
To be frank, my dear
The moral of the story is quite clear
When something seems too good to be true…
It is.
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